But Frank Marr, merchant, who had just passed through the Bankruptcy Court, after five years' hard struggle with unforeseen difficulties, and paid ten shillings in the pound, after all the expenses had come out of his estate--Frank Marr knew that he had chosen a bad morning for his visit. John Richards' enemy had him by the leg; and swathed and bandaged, suffering terribly from gout, but transacting business all the same, as many a trembling client knew to his cost, he sat with a curious smile upon his face as the young man entered. "Now for a fierce volley of rage and curses," thought Frank; "he shall hear me, though, all the same!" But to his great surprise the old man greeted him most civilly. "Well, Mr Marr, what's in the wind, eh? Little accommodation bill, eh? Whose names?" "No, Mr Richards," said Frank, dashing at once into the subject nearest his heart, "I have not come about money." "Indeed!" said the money-lender, grinning with pain, but still speaking suavely. "Pray what is it, then?" "I have had news this morning, Mr Richards." "Good, I hope. An opening, perhaps, for business?" "No, sir! Bad news--vile news--cruel news!" cried the young man excitedly. "Sorry, very sorry," said Richards, quietly. "Pray what is it, then?" "It is the news of slave-dealing in this city, sir," said Frank. "Of a father making a contract with a rich purchaser for the sale and delivery of his only child, as if she were so much merchandise, and I come, old man, to tell you to your face that it is cruel, and a scandal to our civilisation. But I beg pardon, Mr Richards; I am hot and excited. I am deeply moved. You know I love May, that we have loved from childhood, and that we are promised to one another. Don't interrupt me, please." "I'm not going to," said the old man, still quietly, to the other's intense astonishment. "I know what you would say to me if I were to advance my pretensions now. But look here, Mr Richards--I am young yet, May is young. I have been very unfortunate. I have had to buy experience, in spite of my endeavours, in a very dear school; but there is time for me to retrieve my position. I shall get on--I feel assured. For heaven's sake, then, let this cruel affair be set aside: give me a few years to recover myself, and all will yet be well, I am sure. You will break her heart if you force her to marry this old man." "Who told you of this?" said John Richards, still calmly. "I cannot tell you," said Frank. "Did May write to you?" "No," said Frank warmly; "she promised you, sir, that she would not. I, too, promised you that while my affairs were in such a state I would not hold communication with her. We have kept our words, sir, even as we intend to keep those upon another point. I have neither spoken to nor heard from May for months." "Only gone to church to sit and stare at her," said John Richards quietly.